The Twilight Saga is owned by Stephanie Meyer, I own nothing but my imagination and the picture Ast sent of a sexy dude with Pink Calvin Klines….yum yum yum

This story is a O/S developed through a picture prompt challenge set by the amazingly smutty Astridt244 to our peen addicted LilyAurorax and me. Thanks also to Interbabe for all her twitter support, some of it was verrrrrrrrrrrry distracting We are going to try and do this regularly when we are not focusing on our WIP's.

Beta'd by Mist, thanks honey

Pre-read by Niamhg, who made this even harder as she demanded Jake, Jake, Jake.

This is a Bella/Wolf pairing, it's up to you to decide which wolf it is. I know who I am thinking about.

It hurt, it hurt so fucking much. He was my only, my everything but he was not mine.

My feeling towards HIM was mostly to blame for my abandonment of my fiancé. No one knew this. It wasn't like I had anyone to confess my secrets too. Jake pretended to be happy that I chose life, even if I didn't choose him, but I know it hurt him that he still was not enough, and he also believed that one day he could convince me he was the one for me.

If only life was that simple, how I wish I could accept his love, life would be good with Jake. He would be everything a girl could possibly want...until he looked into the eyes of another and then he would be lost to me forever. It was no point taking that chance

I knew what I had to do, I had to leave. I could go visit my Mom...No, I need to learn to stand up on my own two feet. I could tell Dad I needed a holiday and I was going to visit Angela at UCLA, to see if I would apply for next year. But in fact I would just head down to Phoenix and spend some time alone, I know the old house was empty and Mom hadn't got around to re-letting it. Maybe moving away for a bit will help me get over this.

I started packing my bag quickly, if I left now I could be there before morning. Once I had the basics packed I dragged the bag downstairs. Dad was still at the kitchen table drinking his coffee he raised an eyebrow at me when he saw the big bag.

"I decided to head down to Angela for a few days to see what UCLA is like, I know I deferred Dartmouth but I really don't want to go there and see Edward and his family. I prefer to go somewhere else, somewhere closer." I prattled. In fact I might stop in LA to break my journey and see if I could meet with Angela.

"That's fine Bella, but why so sudden?" He asked curiously.

"Just need a break Dad, and as I'm between jobs this seems like the best time to do it." I smiled pretending to be happy and normal, I had put him through enough.

He nodded his acceptance.

"I'm gonna take the monstrosity, I don't think my truck will make it out of Forks." I grimace, I hate that stupid car but the Cullen's wouldn't take it back. When I realised how much it cost I considered selling it and using the money to pay for college, but as I'm not going until next year there is no need to sell it yet.

After a quick breakfast I wrote Jake a letter explaining to him that I did love him, but I didn't want him to be wasting his time on me anymore. I would be back in a couple of weeks and maybe a break will help him realise that there was someone out there better for him than me.

I gave the letter to my Dad and left the house as quickly as I could, I had a feeling that Jake may try to stop me and if I wasn't out of Forks by the time Dad phoned Billy he would block my escape.

I made good time to Los Angeles, and Angela sweet as always happily met and gave me a bed for a couple of nights. I could of stayed even longer, however she understood I needed alone time. Even if it was nice to spend some time with my only non supernatural friend.

I awoke the second morning and quickly got on the road again. For some reason I felt excited to be going home to Phoenix. The closer I got the happier I was feeling. Maybe Mom was right, maybe Forks was the centre of hell and I would be a new more balanced person away from it.

Finally that evening I pulled into the driveway of my old home. I slipped out of the car and stretched my muscles and rubbed my numb butt. Pulling my rucksack over my shoulder I picked up the bag of food essentials that I had purchased at the local supermarket and using my old key opened the bright yellow door.

I stepped into the dark hallway and closed the door behind me. Entering the living room I flipped the light switch on. My bag dropped with a crash. Sitting insolently opposite me was the reason I ran. He was smirking at my reaction to his presence.

My heart was beating rapidly and I was panting in fright or was it joy. FUCK! I came here to get away from him, to figure my head out.

He slowly stood up, and he was even more glorious than I remembered. He stood there in his snug white t-shirt stretched over his chiselled abs and pecs, oh God my mouth just watered seeing him in this sinful piece of clothing. Not forgetting those decadent jeans that emphasised his hard thigh muscles. I just knew they emphasised his lush backside in all its glory. SHIT I had to stop thinking of him like that. I shook my head. I had to concentrate. Why was he here? How did he know where I was?

"Wha...?" I had lost the power of speech, there goes wanting to be an English Teacher I can't even speak properly.

Did it suddenly just get hot in here? I pushed away from the door and wobbled into the kitchen turning on the lamp as I passed. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water, drinking it back in one go trying to cool down. I looked up to see him pulling his white t-shirt over his head. I couldn't look away, all I could see was his sweat glistening pecs pushing forward while he raised his arms over his head, a drop of sweat rolled down from the dip of his collar bone, slowly to the amazing peaks and troughs of his lickable eight pack and then further south to his awe inspiring V, until it disappeared when it reached a pair of low slung pink boxers peeping outside of his hip sitting jeans. Holy fuck, Calvin Kline pink fuckable boxers.

I stopped breathing, I think I just died. My eyes locked on the pink material teasing me with what was hidden from my lustful gaze. My mouth was watering and I have no idea how long I spent staring at his crotch until I awoke with a start from my coma when I dropped the glass and it smashed onto the floor. I noticed him stalking closer to me, I slowly looked upwards and my eyes widened with the look of animalistic purpose in his dark molten orbs.

Before I could gasp a breath he picked me up and placed me on the marble counter away from the shards of glass, he then bent down and began sniffing my neck. I felt a pool of moisture soaking my underwear and automatically my cheeks went bright red. He smirked as he continued to sniff.

I remained poker still, frozen, terrified to move. He raised his hand and ghosted along my cheek. My breath hitched, my heart pounded. He moved my hair back teasing the small wisps with his fingers. I couldn't move, I was mesmerized by the feel of his fingers on me, his scent was intoxicating, it was cedar and fresh cut grass with a hint of musk. I closed my eyes and just felt, for so long I dreamed of this, for so long he was all I wanted. I wasn't going to deny my feelings any more, if this was a one-time deal for him, fine I would worry about that after, but now I was going to be true to myself for the first time in my life, I was going to grasp this chance by both hands.

Grasp I did, I reached out with both hands and grabbed him by the waist band of those amazingly sexy pink boxers. I pulled him towards me, knowing with his strength he only moved because he wanted too. He stepped in between my legs, we never broke eye contact. I splayed my hands over his waist and along the taunt muscular skin of his abdomen; my hand tingled with electricity when I touched him. His abs rippled in response. We continued to stare mesmerized by each other. He began unbuttoning my blouse, his fingers sending small shocks through every nerve ending of my torso. He unwrapped me like a present. Pulling it over my shoulder and down my arm he moved my shirt slowly but I was still surprised when I was sitting there in only my small black bra.

Bending his head he began to sniff my neck, then I felt his luscious tongue making small little warm, moist darts, just under my ear. My stomach clenched in response and I was panting and gasping with my arousal. He took the lobe of my ear into his mouth and gently sucked causing me to moan loudly. He growled in response. He had hardly touched me and I was about to spontaneously combust. He trailed his hands up my back stopping at the catch of my bra. It was gone with the blink of an eye, I sat on my old kitchen counter, topless, my face pink with excitement and embarrassment but I felt good oh so very, very good. He slid his nose along my jaw and then moved down my neck as I threw my head back wantonly. He began to trail little kisses down to my collar bone. I felt his hand move up my rib cage, lighting a fire as it went. I squealed when his mouth finally reached my small round breast as he gently licked the tightening nipple. Engulfing as much as he could in his mouth he proceeded to suck and swirl his tongue against the tight hard nub. The amount of moisture pulsating from my core was making my jeans very uncomfortable. I also had the pressing need of friction. My clitoris was throbbing painfully. I needed to feel him all over, I needed him to relieve this wanton pain he had caused.

Pulling my hands from the firm hold on his hair, realising I was pressing his head to my breast as tightly as I could. I couldn't wait any longer, reaching down I fumbled with the button on his jeans. He covered my hand with his, and deftly removed both jeans and boxers. I placed my hand on his huge, hard weeping cock and began to gently pump my hand up and down the silky shaft. Concentrating on what I was doing I was surprised when I was lifted up quickly and placed on the table. My jeans were ripped from my legs as was my underwear. He pushed my legs apart and pulled me closer, lining himself up with my dripping centre. He gave me a questioning look, waiting for my approval and once I gave permission he slammed into me, filling me up like no other. The full feeling caused me to peak straight away, bursting my own eardrums with my screams. He continued to thrust into me with inhuman speed causing me to explode again and again as he hit my G-spot with each thrust. I have never felt such pleasure before and I was hoarse from shouting his name. Just before I blacked out from my utopia, he roared his release and pulsated into me, this caused me to orgasm again.

I began to shake with emotion; I couldn't believe what just happened. Not able to move, my body was spent but my mind was a muddle, I was fooling myself thinking I wouldn't be hurt if I was just an one night stand. I tried to not look him in the eye as I tried to curl into myself, hoping he would just leave quickly so I could lick my wounds in private. I could hear him moving about, picking up his clothes and then he left the room. My heart broke, I felt used and dirty and broken. I don't know how long I lay there before I felt his powerful warm arms wrap around me as he picked me up and carried me upstairs. I started to cry even more when he placed me in a warm soapy bath and sat in behind me.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked me gently.

"I don't know, I feel really stupid and you probably want to leave." I hiccup.

"I'm going nowhere without you." He stated firmly.

"Why?" I sniffed.

"Because I love you and I'm never letting you out of my sight ever again." He growled. "I wanted you to choose me, but you must have realised by now that you are my imprint."

I turned around in the bath to look at him and he just smirked before fastening his lips on mine. Wrapping my arms around his neck I surrendered to our first kiss.